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What a friendly, wholesome town we've found here
I hope there's a shady little place off Main Street
Where I can get my hands on a gun
So I can do what must be done
Why can't I beat this black devil?
Evil sorcery, blatant treachery, should I stoop to his level?
Take it all away, my life ambition is dropping
So I think it's time that we save up and go gun shopping
(Chorus)
Self-inflicted wounds
Are tearing us apart
As the world comes together
To pay it's last respects...
There was a time I believed
That this was unnecessary
Youthfully ignorant, of all of my surroundings...
How naive of me, blind to probability
Now I'm just trying to keep up
With an axis gone haywire
And a temperature that's been rising
Since the oceans all set fire...
(Chorus A')
While self-inflicted wounds
Keep tearing us apart
As the world comes together
To pay it's last respects...
Well, I don't know about you,
But looking like a bag of poisoned Skittles
Hasn't done much to change my mood,
And my head tingles where the entrance wound will soon appear...
(Chorus)
Self-inflicted wounds
Are tearing us apart
As the world comes together
To pay it's last respects...
Waiting for something to happen
I really hope the tide starts turning soon...
Until then I'll wait for a signal
And gather ammunitions...
(Chorus A')
While self-inflicted wounds
Keep tearing us apart
As the world comes together
To pay it's last respects...